Free The Sister Code (D.O.R.K #2) by Haley Allison Page B

might even have Squillo beat. Where have you been hidin’ him, Dalton?”
    Dalton’s low-pitched laughter booms through the studio. “Sorry, Mike. I probably should have had him go first.”
    “I thought he sounded incredible,” Cass adds from her place beside Dad. “My only concern is he said he has a girlfriend in New York. Is he really going to want to move away from her?”
    “Claire and Logan are very serious. She’s trying to start a modeling career, which could be done here. As far as I know, she’s very supportive of Logan’s music dreams and Logan himself. I think she’d probably follow him anywhere.”
    I’m still feeling sick to my stomach whenever the topic of Logan’s girlfriend comes up. I’ve barely even said ten words to the dude. I really must be desperate for a distraction from Gio.
    “Well, as long as he’s willin’ to move here and give it his all, I think we have a winner. The fact that he’s your cousin puts me even more at ease,” Dad says.
    Cass notices my thoughtful silence. “Mads, what do you think?”
    I shake off my burning disappointment and smile my approval. “I thought he was awesome. Anyone who can pull off “Hot for Teacher” or almost get signed with a metal band is good enough for me.” Everybody nods and mutters their agreement.
    “Well…can I tell him he’s in?” Dalton looks at me, begging me with his eyes.
    I grin, enjoying my position of power. “Totally.”
    Dalton whoops in my ear and squeezes me within an inch of my life. I laugh and hug him back. He lets go of me and runs out of the studio to congratulate his cousin. Dad, Cass, and I follow closely behind.
    When we meet them in the hallway, Logan’s sea-green eyes are wide open with shock. “I’m…I’m in? Already?”
    “Yes.” I steel myself and stretch out my hand to shake his. “Welcome to the band, Logan Caldwell.”
    Logan bypasses my hand and engulfs me in the same crushing hug his cousin just did. I hug him back, trying not to think about his sculpted, muscular back or the way his body fits me like a glove.
    “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Logan says into my ear with a catch in his voice. “I swear you won’t regret this.”
    I squeeze his core. “I’m sure I won’t.”
    Logan releases me and takes a deep breath to calm himself. He drags his hands down his cheeks. “Oh my God…I can’t believe this. Thank you all so much. I’ve got some stuff to figure out, but I’ll be here as soon as I can.”
    “Take all the time you need, son.” Dad grips his shoulder. “You wanna join us for dinner on me?”
    “Hell yeah!” Logan beams with excitement as the five of us turn to walk down the narrow hallway.
     
    ***
     
    Dad invites Carl a.k.a. Kite and James a.k.a. Squillo, and all seven of us gather at an Irish pub thirty minutes later. Logan freaks out like a fanboy when he gets to shake James’s hand. The two of them talk for a while before he settles into a booth with Dalton and me. W3 takes the table across the aisle from us so the three of us can get to know each other better.
    Logan opens his drink menu to the beer section and peruses it intently. “Looks like they’ve got some good local ales here. I might try one of those.”
    “Try whatever you want, it’s all on my dad,” I inform him.
    Logan chuckles and pinches his forehead between his thumb and fingers. “God, I’m drinking off the Grim Weeper’s tab. I’m in his daughter’s band. I really must be dreaming.”
    I smirk and reach across the table to pinch his tight forearm. He flinches and jerks it back, but he’s holding back a smile.
    “Shit! What was that for?”
    I shrug. “Somebody had to prove you weren’t dreaming.”
    Logan breaks into a smile and chuckles. “You are deadly strong.”
    “My fingers are. It comes with being a guitarist.”
    Dalton stands from his place beside Logan in the booth. “Be right back, guys.” He heads back toward the bathroom.
    Logan leans across the table to